If cancer had a face and it was there for tired souls’ depart, would the sobs of those behind soften it’s heart?
If cancer had a face and share the suffering of all the you ones, would it see each as a trophy that it owns?
If cancer had a face and it witnessed our fears, would it’s eyes be full of tears?
If cancer had a face and it could meet every single warrior, could it still feign standing superior?
If cancer had a face and it had to walk in our shoes, could it – for our benefit – allow itself to lose?
If cancer had a face and I showed it every single scar, would it weep and fall apart?
If cancer had a face and it felt paralysed to the point of inaction, could I forgive it and show it compassion?
If cancer had a face and it had a choice to erase, would the world be a different place?
Shattered Warrior 